The Owl Race was ferocious and aggressive. They had a pair of wings on their backs and could fly through the clouds or dive into the sea. They were an extremely powerful Barbarian race.
The Barbarians who could fly were collectively known as the Harpies.
Because of the unique characteristics of the Owl Race, they did not have a good relationship with the other Harpies. In the Heavenly Phoenix Alliance, they were also ostracized by the other Harpies.
However, the Owl Race was extremely powerful, even more so than the Crane Race and the Eagle Race. They had always been arrogant.
Even though Xiao Feng was only a disciple of one of the Owl Race's branches, he still had the arrogance and aggressiveness of the Owl Race.
After encountering Gao Zhengyang, he immediately attacked without hesitation.
He was tall and skinny, his palms wide and his fingers long. His palms were even larger than Gao Zhengyang's face. His five fingers struck out like hooks, like a vicious owl descending from the sky to kill its prey.
The people around him were all young and energetic, yet they still wanted to stir up trouble. Instead of being shocked by Xiao Feng's attack, they began to yell excitedly.
"Brother Xiao is mighty! Kill that guy!"
"Break all the bones in his body! Stinky bats are the most annoying!"
"Stinky bat, kneel and surrender, and we might spare your life … …"
The people around him added fuel to the fire, afraid that the fight would not be lively enough.
Gao Zhengyang did not retaliate. His figure twisted, avoiding Xiao Feng's claws and circling around to his side.
This movement technique was neither fast nor complicated. It was just that the timing was very precise.
When Xiao Feng's claw struck out, he turned to dodge. Even though Xiao Feng realized that something was wrong, it was too late for him to change his attack.
Xiao Feng's expression became more cautious after his attack failed.
Yuan Feiming and Bao Yong, who were standing to the side, exchanged a glance, a hint of schadenfreude on their faces.
Xiao Feng's character was not fake, but his actions were too forceful. Yuan Feiming and Bao Yong were a bit dissatisfied.
Xiao Feng had tried to show off, but he had run into a tough opponent. Of course the two of them were happy.
"Your movement techniques are not bad … …"
Xiao Feng paused for a moment, adjusted his breathing, then turned around and pounced at Gao Zhengyang again.
This time, he put away his underestimation and unleashed the Owl Race's Eighteen Mad Owl Strikes.
The Eighteen Mad Owl Strikes was a unique martial art of the Owl Clan. Ferocious and tyrannical, the changes in his movements were sinister and exquisite.
This set of martial arts was best used with the wings of the Owl race, so that it could be fully displayed in the vast sky.
The courtyard of the White Lotus Abode was a little too small. With so many people around, Xiao Feng was unable to display his full strength.
However, Gao Zhengyang's movements were as light as a feather and as swift as a ghost. Within a radius of several zhang, he could move freely and advance and retreat at will.
Xiao Feng executed the Eighteen Mad Owl Strikes once, but he still couldn't touch Gao Zhengyang's shadow.
At this moment, the surrounding people stopped shouting. As long as one wasn't blind, they could tell that this Bat race was not ordinary.
His movement technique was so marvelous that he was like an illusory shadow. Putting everything else aside, just this movement technique alone was already unparalleled.
Xiao Feng also understood that this opponent was not easy to fight. However, he was young and full of vigor. In front of so many people, it was difficult for him to sheath his blade.
Moreover, a marvelous movement technique did not mean that one's combat strength was formidable.
"What's the point of always dodging? If you can take one of my attacks, you win!"
Xiao Feng shouted loudly.
Gao Zhengyang's fleeting figure stopped in front of Xiao Feng. He had exchanged so many blows with Xiao Feng mainly because he wanted to see the Owl race's martial technique.
The Eighteen Mad Owl Strikes was indeed impressive. Unfortunately, Xiao Feng was far from grasping its essence. When he executed it, it inevitably lacked flavor.
Xiao Feng had long gathered his strength and circulated his qi. Only then did Gao Zhengyang stop. He struck out with both claws, one above and one below, towards Gao Zhengyang.
This Mad Owl Seizing the Whale had simple variations, but it was the most powerful move of the Eighteen Mad Owl Strikes. It was most suitable for breaking the enemy head-on.
Xiao Feng adjusted his essence qi and body and attacked with all his might. Both claws turned black and emitted a steel-like luster. Both claws descended, and the tyrannical strength of his ten fingers tore through the essence qi and let out a terrifying shriek.
With such power, even a real whale would be torn in half.
The spectators also looked a little more nervous.
Although the battle just now was exciting, it was not intense enough. Xiao Feng clearly displayed his full strength in this attack. If he was not careful, he could tear that Bat race member apart on the spot.
Killing someone in Heaven Martial City was not a small matter. Those who were timid could not help but worry.
Yuan Feiming and Bao Yong's eyes shone with excitement. They were looking forward to Gao Zhengyang's performance.
An azure light was unsheathed and instantly imprinted in everyone's eyes.
Although that azure light was not strong, it was unusually sharp. Everyone could not help but close their eyes. When they opened their eyes again, they saw a divine sword glowing with azure light piercing through Xiao Feng's hands and straight into his chest.
Xiao Feng's face was pale, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat. His eyes were filled with fear, and his tall body trembled continuously.
The Green Destiny Sword was too sharp. Xiao Feng's wound was not too painful, but what made him terrified was that the sword that had pierced into his chest carried a cold and merciless killing intent.
The other party only needed to twist his wrist lightly, and a large hole would appear in his chest. Then he would be dead.
Under normal circumstances, killing was not allowed in a martial competition. Especially in Heaven Martial City, the sacred land of the Barbarian Race, no one dared to kill casually.
However, the other party's gray eyes were emotionless and cold, without any emotion.
With one look, one could tell that he was a cold-blooded fellow who had killed countless people.
Xiao Feng felt guilty, but he was too embarrassed to beg for mercy. He could only look at the other party weakly, hoping that the other party would not really go crazy.
Everyone else was also shocked, and they stood at the side in a daze. No one dared to make a sound, afraid that they would agitate Gao Zhengyang.
Yuan Feiming and Bao Yong also revealed a look of fear. Gao Zhengyang's strength was far beyond their expectations.
An expert of this level was not someone they could control.
Both of them felt a little regretful. They seemed to have played a little too big this time.
Gao Zhengyang looked around, and wherever his gaze passed, everyone couldn't help but lower their heads. No one dared to look at him.
Just one strike was enough to stun everyone. Gao Zhengyang felt a little bored. He sheathed his sword and turned to leave.
When Gao Zhengyang's figure disappeared, Xiao Feng clutched his chest and cried out in pain. Zhu Hongyuan hurriedly shouted, "Quick, help Big Brother Xiao stop the bleeding …"
Everyone got busy. Some used secret arts to stop the bleeding, some bandaged the wound, and some fed medicine to Xiao Feng. It was a mess.
Fortunately, that sword on his chest avoided the vital organs. Xiao Feng's life was not in danger. After being tormented by everyone, he was not tormented to death.
But after this battle, Xiao Feng's prestige suffered a serious blow. Everyone's attitude naturally had some subtle changes.
It also made Xiao Feng feel the fickleness of the world and the fickleness of human nature.
That night, Xiao Feng quietly left White Lotus Abode. There were many experts in the clan. There would always be someone who could teach that bat race a lesson and help him regain his face.
After Xiao Feng left, the others also felt that something was amiss and left one after another.
By the second day, there were only three people left in the bustling abode, Zhu Hongyuan, Bao Yong, and Yuan Feiming.
"Originally, I wanted to make friends. In the end, I got into big trouble …"
Zhu Hongyuan could not help but complain. His family was rich, but he did not have much influence in Heaven Martial City. This time, he spent his hard-earned capital in order to rope in more friends so that they could take care of him in Nine Ring Mountain.
Yesterday's incident not only offended Xiao Feng, but also offended the bat race experts. The others were also scared away.
Zhu Hongyuan was really full of grievances.
"I also did not expect it to be like this …"
Yuan Feiming had an innocent look. Actually, he completely did it on purpose yesterday.
The owl race and bat race were enemies. Bringing the bat race experts over, Xiao Feng would definitely make a move.
It was just that he did not expect that the bat race expert would be so strong.
Offending such an expert, Yuan Feiming also felt guilty in his heart.
Heaven Martial City was still nothing, but once they entered Nine Ring Mountain, everyone would rely on their martial arts.
If that bat race expert ran over and gave him a sword, Yuan Feiming was not confident that he could block it.
"Maybe he did not take it to heart at all …"
Bao Yong comforted him. It was just that he himself did not believe these words. He said it without any confidence.
The bat race was famous for being sinister, cunning, and seeking revenge for the smallest grievance.
"You guys don't have to be afraid. I have a cousin coming in two days."
Yuan Feiming said with a proud look, "This cousin of mine is called Bai Xinyuan. He broke through to the seventh rank last year and became a heaven stage expert."
Zhu Hongyuan's small eyes also lit up. A heaven stage expert, this was amazing. No matter how he looked at it, that bat race did not look like a heaven stage expert.
If he hugged this Bai Xinyuan's thigh, wouldn't he be able to walk sideways in Nine Ring Mountain!
"He also has an even more amazing identity."
Yuan Feiming said proudly, "Shura Of Gojoseon, Gao Zhengyang, that is his friend …"
"Damn!"
"Your sister!"
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